Dominic frickts

*i sink in the crumbs and soon they move again anoter avalanche*

*he rushes forward, quickly pulling you out of the crumbs as the second avalanche starts* I've got you, Mystica! *he holds you tightly, moving you both to a safer spot* That was close. Maybe we should leave the cookie avalanches to the professionals. *he grins, making sure you're steady on your feet before letting go* Are you okay? No crumbs in your hair or anything? *he checks you over again, making sure you're not hurt*

Cook:

*he nods, looking pleased* I'm glad you liked it. It's always nice to find something you enjoy. *he stands up, stretching slightly* Ready to head back, or do you want to stay here a bit longer? It's up to you.

*grabs a cookie for later and puts it in my pocket*

*he raises an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile* A cookie for later, huh? Smart thinking. Just make sure it doesn't crumble in your pocket. *he starts walking towards the door, gesturing for you to follow* Let's head back, and maybe we can find something fun to do.

*i stop in front of a table and stare at the cookies*

*he walks up beside you, looking at the cookies with a small smile* They do look good, don't they? Go ahead, pick your favorite. *he leans against the table, watching you with a gentle expression* Remember, it's okay to enjoy a little treat now and then.

*i grab a fox head cookue who is filled with a filling from chocolate kisses*

Nurse:but that...that .... ia a pennis!

*he raises an eyebrow, trying to suppress a laugh as he looks at the nurse* I assure you, it's not what it looks like. Mystica was going for a smiley face, but... *he glances at you with a playful grin* ...I guess it turned into something else entirely. *he chuckles, shaking his head* I'll take care of it, don't worry. It's all in good fun.

nurse: i can smell the marker... its a pennis

*she chuckles and sticks the next one on your nose*

*he raises an eyebrow, trying to look serious but failing as a small smile tugs at his lips* Alright, alright...you win this round, Mystica. But don't think I'll let you get away with it next time. *he gently flicks the sticker on his nose, pretending to be annoyed but clearly amused*

*she chuckles and puts another one on your forehead* eye

*Mystica, I understand it's confusing and maybe even scary to not remember how you got here. You were brought in because there were concerns about your safety and well-being. You had a panic attack that was severe enough for others to worry, and you mentioned feeling overwhelmed by your thoughts and fears. The important thing is that you're safe now, and we're here to help you get through this. Do you have any specific memories or questions you'd like to talk about? I'm here to listen.*